Dimensional Descent

Another silence fell over the gardens as Leonel didn't respond immediately. But, it was clear that this was less about Leonel not wanting to respond and more about him being uncertain of how to.

His grandfather had just saved his life. There was no way around this, this was the truth of the matter. Was it truly so easy to spit in the face of someone who had done such a thing for you, especially when your personality was like Leonel's?

But at that same time, Leonel had been growing such animosity for this very same grandfather of his for so long. Yet, just when he had the opportunity to give the man a piece of his mind, this happened. It was as though the world was playing a joke on him.

That said, Leonel also didn't feel right just welcoming this grandfather with open arms. All of his actions ran diametrically opposed to everything Leonel stood for.

"If you have such strength, why do you never do anything with it?"

Leonel finally spoke, his gaze matching his grandfather's. He didn't particularly have any anger to speak of, in fact it was currently just as emotionless as it was when he was in the midst of battle. But maybe, in some ways, this was exactly that. Just another battle.

What Leonel didn't expect after he said these words, though, was for a stifling aura to suddenly envelop him.

However, it became very clear, very quickly that this aura wasn't from his grandfather. But, rather, from this silent uncle of his.

Still, this aura that felt like a wall of water became a drizzle just as quickly as it took for Leonel's grandfather to raise his hand.

Leonel the same way he always had. Yet, for some reason, despite the fact there wasn't even a hint of change in his smile, Leonel still felt as though the

spoke again, a slight cold breeze seemed to sweep the

use their own strength as

a thing. However, that didn't mean that a certain Aina wasn't enraged by such an answer. If it wasn't for the fact Leonel hadn't released her hand and she knew that they weren't safe to lash out in such

where you can say such things. Not only is it

lash out at these words.

to ask you, as an Emperor, to protect your

Fawkes put up another hand pre-emptively. This time, he sent a look toward his son, warning him that this should

in place, his back ramrod straight and his gaze locked onto

for his stoicism no matter what the situation. For him to have lost his temper not just once, but twice, and even in such quick succession… It could only be said that this man was truly protective of his father, even if the one he was protecting The Emperor from was his

do not have a voice. They do not have the right to demand, nor do they have any right to direct the actions of the

to these words. Didn't he already know this? Existences like The Empire and The Slayer Legion made it as clear as possible. Those with strength could survive, while those who were

Perseverance? It didn't seem to be worth a damn

finished. In fact, Leonel would have long

that this was wrong. Why was his life more valuable than others? Why was it that he could

Leonel could even